Archive-name: 3plus/newly-03.txt
Archive-author: WC - 12/92
Archive-title: Newlywed Fun - 3


                    Chapter Three

     For the next few days Janet had plenty to keep her busy. 
Arranging the furnishings and getting settled in their new home
filled her time.  But the evenings were the best.  Every night
she greeted Mark with a special meal, served by candlelight in
their new dining room.  Afterwards, the young couple would fuck
till near dawn.
     Then, on a Friday morning, the moment she had been dreading
happened.  She answered a knock on her back door and saw the
pretty, blonde neighbor standing on the patio, a pleasant and
slightly self-conscious smile on her face.
     Janet blushed.  "Hi," she said weakly.
     The blonde nodded as her smile broadened.  Then abruptly,
she laughed.  "Are you going to invite me inside, or keep me
standing out here all day?"
     Janet laughed too, and reluctantly opened the door so the
woman would come in.  "Sorry.  I was... well, to tell you the
truth, I'm still embarrassed about the other day."
     The blonde entered the kitchen and looked around.  "Listen,
honey, don't mention it."  She faced Janet and snickered.  "Let
me tell you, I've been thinking of almost nothing else since I
saw the two of you the other day.  And, honey, let me tell you
something else.  That husband of yours is something special!"
     Janet's blush deepened.  The blonde's rash, lewd comments
were startling.  Yet, she could not help but feel a flicker of
womanly pride.  That this older woman could appreciate Mark's
obvious manly qualities pleased her.  But, she was vaguely
disturbed that this stranger, who had seen both her and Mark
locked in a sixty-nine, was broaching the subject in this
positively open manner.
     "I think we've broken the ice enough to be on a first name
basis, don't you?" the blonde asked.  "I'm Laura Spring.  I'm
your next door neighbor to the east."
     Janet nodded and introduced herself.  "I should apologize
for the other day," she added, finding it a bit difficult to meet
Laura's eyes.
     "Oh, forget it," Laura said with a casual wave of her hand. 
"Obviously, the two of you were not expecting a nosy neighbor to
just barge in, but the front door was unlocked, and I just
assumed the two of you would be busy unpacking, I was going to
volunteer my help."  Laura flashed a look at Janet and added,
"You were busy, all right, to put it mildly.  Hell, girl, I
forgot just how busy a couple of young newlyweds could be!"
     In spite of herself, Janet laughed.  It was hard not to like
the brash Laura, and Janet quickly found herself at ease with the
older woman.  She offered the blonde a cup of coffee and the two
women sat at the dinette, telling one another about themselves
and generally getting to know one another.
     During their conversation, Janet learned that Laura was
twenty-nine, and that her husband, Bob, was a cop.  They had been
married for almost ten years, but had put off having children
until just recently.  Laura admitted that she and Bob were now
having a great time trying to have those children.  After more
than an hour of sitting around drinking coffee and talking, Janet
felt as if she had known Laura for years.
     "Bob and I are having a little get acquainted with the
neighbors party tonight.  We would love to introduce you and Mark
to the rest of the neighbors," Laura told her as she stood up to
leave.  "Would seven-thirty be okay?"
     "Well, sure, I think it would be," she replied.  "Mark and I
would both appreciate it."
     "Nothing fancy.  Just some snacks and some good booze.  Real
casual."
     "Sounds like fun, Laura.  Thanks."
     For the rest of the afternoon Janet busied herself around
the house and fixed a light supper for herself and Mark.  When he
came home, she told him about the party as they were taking a
shower together, having fun soaping one another up.
     "Sounds like a good idea," he told her as he easily picked
her up in his arms.
     She wrapped her legs around his waist and he let her weight
drop back down, spearing his cock into her cunt.  "Oh, yesss!"
she hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head, "I think so to."
     She put her arms and legs tightly around his body as he
fucked up into her cunt in quick, hard strokes, and before long
both of them reached climax.  She held his cock in her for a
moment, squeezing the muscles around it as she kissed him.
     "You know," she said with a grin, "we could excuse ourselves
from the party and fuck ourselves silly for the rest of the
night."
     "Little slut!" he teased as he picked her off his cock and
stood her up in the shower.
     They hurried and dressed, going next door just as things
were starting to get going.  The party was turning out to be a
great success.  Janet was having a great time meeting her new
neighbors.  Everyone seemed very friendly and charming.  The
atmosphere was casual, and she quickly felt at home and at ease. 
She and Laura had even exchanged girlish giggles when she and
Mark first arrived, because Mark blushed when he was introduced
formally to Laura.
     "He looks almost as good dressed as he does naked," Laura
whispered to Janet when Bob had escorted Mark to the bar in the
Springs' den.  "Of course, he looked especially dashing with his
face buried in your pussy."
     Janet laughed.  Already Laura's outrageous remarks were less
shocking to the young newlywed.
     Bob Spring proved to be a considerate host, keeping her well
supplied with drinks.  The attentive policeman impressed Janet. 
At thirty, Bob had a mature grace and ease, which merely enhanced
his good looks.  Curly, dark hair, alert grey eyes, and a strong,
square jaw were some of his more appealing features.  Janet
didn't mind the slight tingle in her pussy when he took her arm
and escorted her around his crowded home, introducing her to the
other neighbors.
     By midnight the get-together had progressed into a dance
party.  The stereo was getting a workout, and several people were
dancing nonstop.  Others were clustered together, laughing,
talking and making frequent trips to the bar.
     Mark had just finished dancing with the stocky woman from
across the street and then began a discussion with her husband on
the merits of his company re-carpeting their home, while Bob took
Janet's arm and led her from den.
     "We're running low on scotch," Bob said, leaning close to
her ear to make himself heard above the music.  "Let's get the
private stock from the wine cellar."
     The wine cellar turned out to be nothing more than the
basement, and the private stock a case of beer icing down on a
battered workbench.  Still, Janet didn't think too much was amiss
until she noticed Bob locking the door to the basement.
     "Isn't this better?" he said, stepping up to her and gently
slipping his arms around her waist.
     "We can have our own private party."
     Janet laughed nervously and tried to back away.
     "Hey, now, don't get shy on me," he said, pulling her closer
against his chest.  "Just relax, this is supposed to be a get
acquainted party, remember?"
     "Hummmm, maybe I should call a cop?" she said, feeling both
panic and excitement passing through her body.
     He smiled and brushed himself against her.  "You already
called and, ta-da, here I am."
     He kissed her quickly on the lips, then made a little series
of kisses along her neck.  When she squirmed he pulled back a
little.  "Are you going to make me arrest you for being a
cocktease?"
     She flashed a feeble smile.  "I'm not sure I would like
that," she whispered.
     Things were beginning to happen so quickly.  Her head was
practically spinning, and she didn't think it had much to do with
the booze she'd had.  Bob Spring was affecting her in a way that
no man other than Mark ever had before.  Bob, like Mark, had the
broad shoulders and the hard body that she liked in a man.  And
Bob, again like Mark, was obviously an aggressive guy.
     The spinning continued as she went through a whole
assortment of mixed feelings and conflicting signals.  What was
obvious was that she was horny and getting more so by the second!
     "You're fighting it, Janet, for some reason," he said,
pulling her tighter.  "You're fighting me and yourself.  Why
don't you stop pretending.  You know you want this as much as I
do, we both know it."
     She felt his lips on the soft, sensitive flesh of her neck
and upper chest.  His hands were securely gripping the firmness
of her ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh through her tight-fitting
skirt.  Then his lips were again on hers and his tongue was
darting into her mouth.
     Janet trembled and felt herself melt against him. 
Instinctively, she sucked on his invading tongue, taking it all
the way inside her mouth.  She moaned as he rubbed against her.
     "Not much time now, baby," he whispered, and kissed the side
of her face and tongued her ears behind the silky curls of her
long locks.
     She felt the pressure of his hands pushing her down by the
shoulders.  She swooned, her control vanished completely.  It was
crazy, but she was sinking down to the floor on her knees in
front of a stranger, her fingers awkwardly fumbling with his
zipper and belt.  It was as if she were outside of herself
looking in, her body about to perform this incredible act.  I
love my husband!  I love only him, I really do, she told herself. 
Yet, her fingers continued to work on Bob's fly until she reached
inside and actually touched his hot prick.  A startled yelp
escaped her lips when she actually touched his cock.  She hadn't
touched another man's cock since before her marriage to Mark. 
She could not believe what was happening and what she was doing.
     She pulled out Bob's prick and looked at it, studying it as
it twitched against her fingers.  She felt it stiffen and a surge
of excitement swept over her.  She realized the lewd joy of
turning on a man other than her husband.
     His cock leaped and trembled, growing rapidly as she stroked
it.  She eyed the ballooning cockhead pointing right at her.
     "Damn, Janet, see what you do to me?" he hissed, his voice
breaking into her wanton thoughts.  "Go ahead and kiss it, honey. 
I know you give great head.  I could tell that the first time I
saw you.  Show me I'm right, baby.  Prove it to me.  I know you
want to do it."
     "No, Bob, I can't!" she protested weakly as she continued to
grip his prick, gazing in lewd fascination at his swollen cock
knob.  "It's too dangerous."
     "Stop worrying," he scolded her mildly.  "Everyone up there
is too drunk to even know we're missing."  He smiled down at her. 
"Come on, honey, do it.  You're not getting back upstairs until
you do," he said as he reached down to fondle her big tits
through her blouse.
     She gasped when he touched her breasts.  Deep inside her
creaming cunt a fire blazed, igniting her passion even more.  In
that strange instant Janet knew there was no turning back.  She
knew what she would do, and she knew how she wanted to suck Bob's
cock.  She wanted to taste his cum and drink it down.
     "Oh, I hate myself, but I can't help it," she whispered.
     "Come on, sweetheart," he urged, fondling her tits through
the sheer material of her silk blouse.  "Why save it all for your
old man?  Spread the fun around a little, you'll be happier for
it."
     Janet's blood raced at the mention of Mark's name, and a
flood of guilt coursed through her.  She closed her eyes for a
second, but, when she blinked them back open, she was still
staring at Bob's hard cock, her hand still securely holding it by
the base.
     "What if we get caught?" she whispered.
     "Forget it," he snapped confidently.  "No one will come
snooping around down here.  Besides, the door is locked.  We're
safe and you don't have a choice."
     Her mind went blank and Janet had only to listen to the
urgent whispers of her lust-filled body.  Almost absently she
continued to squeeze his cock, concentrating on the head area. 
She was amazed that Bob's cock was almost the same size as her
husband's, although not quite as thick in the shaft.  As she
studied his prick, she felt some wondrous contractions begin and
as she shifted her position, she could feel her juice-slickened
pussy lips rub together deliciously.  Her clit began erecting
quickly in proportion to her horniness and growing lust.  The way
Bob continued to play with her sensitive tits was gradually
driving up the heat of her cunt even more.
     She closed her eyes again and imagined how wonderful it
would be if Bob would begin to suck her nipples.  She always
loved it when Mark played with her tits, licking and sucking on
the nipples.  Suck action never failed to make her cunt extremely
wet and hot.  She sighed, realizing the fantasy of Bob sucking
her tits wouldn't happen tonight.  There just wasn't time.  She
was afraid someone would surely soon miss them.
     She began moving Bob's cock flesh up and down, sliding her
hand over his hard, stiff shaft.  It felt both strange and
exciting to be touching another man's cock.  She couldn't contain
her curiosity as she used her free hand to cup his balls.
     She shivered as she held his prick with one hand and his
nuts with another.  His big, hairy balls were hot and sweaty on
her palm, and she crooned a raspy sigh just imagining the huge
cum load stored in them.
     As if she were in a trance, she leaned her face forward,
bringing her lips an inch from his swollen cockhead.  She could
now smell the intoxicating aroma of his maleness and the scent
nearly overpowered her and she was forced into action.
     She touched the tip of his cockhead with her lips.  She
ached to have his prick in her mouth, to feel the pleasure of it
stretching her lips, clogging her throat, stuffing her full.  She
longed to feast on him, to give him the wild pleasure that no man
can resist and that every man craved.  She longed to please him
and, in turn, know that he appreciated her for that.
     With a cautious flip of her tongue she licked at the head of
his shaft, tasting the pre-cum.  The taste thrilled her, being
different from the taste of her husband's.  She went to work on
the tiny slit with her tongue.
     "Oh, shit, you sure know how to tease a guy," Bob groaned,
now tangling his fingers through her long silky hair.  "I knew I
was right about you, Janet.  You were born with a natural talent
for sucking cock." 
     The horny woman held his throbbing organ in her fist as she
opened her jaws wide and sucked the swollen knob into her mouth. 
She closed her lips around the bulbous head and continued to
suck.  At the same time, she swirled her tongue around and began
covering the shaft with her spit.
     Janet moaned as she sucked him.  She savored the taste of
him and soon was no longer content to just taste his cockhead. 
She sucked vigorously and drew in several more inches of his
prick between her lips.  Her mouth slid down over the veined
flesh, creating a tight ring as she gobbled up inch after inch of
his hot cock.  Then she flattened her tongue and arranged her
mouth to allow herself to take in more cock until, at last, her
lips nudged the bristly clump of his dark pubic hairs.
     Bob groaned with delight.  His reaction thrilled her almost
as much as the satisfying sensation of his rubbery cockhead
pressing into her throat.  She prided herself on being able to
mouth all of Mark's prick, and now the satisfying feeling was
just as strong as she performed the same action with Bob's cock.
     Slowly, she pulled her head back.  Then she brought her
tongue back into action, flicking it along the ridged underside
of Bob's cock shaft.  Then, with only his cockhead between her
lips, she once again swirled her tongue over it.
     Bob grunted huskily as she gulped his prick deep into her
mouth, taking it all with one swift suction force.  This time she
didn't linger.  Instead, she pulled back swiftly and released his
prick entirely from her mouth.
     Before he could object, Janet attacked his cock with her wet
tongue.  She licked and nibbled, covering every inch of his fuck
stick with spit while massaging his balls with both hands.
     "Damn, honey, you sure are doing some fine action on me,"
Bob gasped, twisting her hair in his fingers and trying to pull
her mouth back onto his cock.
     Finally, she did suck his cock back into her mouth.  She
moaned as she tasted him again and she was especially happy with
the active responses his cock made with every sensual touch.
     Then Bob grabbed the back of her head and roughly fucked his
rigid cock straight into her face.  The sudden motion caught her
off guard for a moment, but she recovered before gagging.  Her
own moans grew louder and more urgent as he began driving his
cock in and out of her mouth with deep strokes.  Now, without a
doubt, Janet knew she enjoyed the rough treatment.  She loved a
forceful man, especially when it came to fucking and sucking.
     Her pussy heated up as Bob fucked her mouth.  His big, hard
prick hit against her windpipe as he gyrated his hips and shoved
into her mouth repeatedly.  He built up the rhythm and the pace
until his balls literally bounced against her chin each time he
fucked his cock to the hilt into her mouth.  Her lips burned from
the friction of his prick, but she didn't care.  The hot fire in
her pussy suddenly blazed out of control and a great climax
shuddered through her.
     A second later, she felt the surge of his cock just before
the first blast of his cum juice splashed against the back of her
throat.  She jumped involuntarily, but the desperate hold he had
on the back of her head kept her locked firmly in place, forcing
her to receive every drop of his salty cum.  The spewing fluid
shot from his prick in thick ropes.
     Janet gulped and swallowed, barely having the ability to
catch her breath.  For a panicky moment she feared she might
actually miss some of his milky load, but she managed to drink it
all down.
     She squeezed his balls, then his cock root.  She wanted to
make sure she had completely drained him before freeing his prick
from her mouth.  Then she let his softening prick slide from her
lips and stood up slowly.  
     She smiled shyly as he beamed a lewd, broad smile back at
her.  "I think I'm going to love having you right next door," Bob
said with a throaty snicker as he pulled up his pants.
     Janet didn't answer, but the smile on her face suggested
that she shared his feelings completely.  He took her hand and
led her back up the stairs, unlocked the basement door and took a
quick peek around before leading her into the kitchen.
     They rejoined the party and she found Mark sitting next to a
petite redhead she recognized as the one who lived about four
houses down from theirs.  She grinned to herself as she saw the
lust in the woman's eyes and caught the position of her hand as
it rested on Mark's thighs.  It lay dangerously close to his
cock, which was about half-hard.
     As she crossed the living room to sit down on the other side
of her husband, she was filled with conflicting emotions.  On one
hand, she felt extremely guilty about what she had just done with
Bob and hoped that Mark would never find out.  Yet, she knew in
her heart that she would do it again if the opportunity presented
itself.  On the other hand, she wanted Mark all to herself, not 
wanting to share him with anyone.  But, she realized that if she
were going to suck and maybe even fuck Bob, then why shouldn't
Mark have the same freedom.  She could tell by the way he was
reacting to the redhead that he would love to fuck her.

4/1/92
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